Chapter Thirty-One: The Fall of Shen Gang

Manyuanyuan felt an unsettling stillness as she climbed the stairs. Her phone was gripped tightly in her hand, the word "Help" clearly displayed on the screen, ready to be sent at the first sign of danger. "I really should have stayed at Ye Feng's place tonight," she thought, unable to bear the oppressive silence, which only heightened her fear. Suddenly, a burlap sack was thrown over her head—

There was no cure for those tainted by the Blood Calamity Spider, so the over one million people in the area were beyond saving; they all had to be killed. At that moment, the celestial powerhouses lurking in the darkness revealed themselves, encircling Mu Tian so tightly that there was no escape, their faces grim and determined, certain he could not survive the spatial turbulence.

Chu Qingqing spoke resolutely. The Sword King Physique was a born ruler; she refused to believe that such an extraordinary figure could be utterly defeated by Ning Jiang.

His attire was almost extravagant—at least, in this shantytown where most barely had enough to cover themselves, his stylish leather boots and subtly patterned fabric announced their high cost at a glance.

"Uncle, you don't really think that Sir Wei is so generous, selling the farm and leaving us with all these fish, do you?" Li Rongdong frowned deeply.

Facing death with such composure, Shen Moy saw a respect arise within her, sincere and profound.

That was why, before entering, Feng Qingyang had all but pleaded with him, his voice transmitted secretly; for the patriarch of the continent's most powerful clan, the supreme figure of the Northeast, to speak to him in such a tone—if word got out, Mu Tian's name would spread across the world.

Yingchun was choosing floral patterns for a quilt cover with Xiuju and the others when Zelan entered to announce that Concubine Chen had come to see the lady of the house.

So this was the legendary Mo Yan—she had only heard of her as a maid, yet now she had managed to become Jia She’s concubine. Clearly, her capabilities were anything but ordinary.

His wife had been unfaithful, the Grand Preceptor was forcing a divorce—was there any other emperor in the world as powerless as he?

His brother's ultimate technique struck the corpse beast. Brief flashes of lightning played across its body, and the powerful current forced the creature to a halt.

Time slipped by. The court session had already begun, and Han Tan, seated within, watched the clock’s hands move steadily and sensed something was wrong. He turned and stepped outside, followed by the two youths who had come with him.

"Youyue, shall we go too? Maybe we can find some treasures," Tian An said, rubbing his hands with anticipation.

"Alright. Come with me to buy ingredients tomorrow. The day after tomorrow is the twenty-ninth. Mom should arrive by then, and Ao Jun and the others will come, too," Ao Xue said cheerfully.

Seeing the lion corpse beast sacrifice its arm, the other corpse beasts actually severed their own limbs or thighs as well. What was this, some sort of heroic pact of life and death?

The father of the second wife asked why Su Jinlong no longer ran the coffin shop. Su Jinlong sighed deeply, "Times have changed. It's all state-owned enterprises now. Private businesses aren’t allowed anymore. We can't run coffin shops, so I had to pull some strings to get a job as a sales clerk."

No one knew where a cloud had wandered off to, but suddenly, a thunderous wailing erupted from the southeast corner of the estate.

"What?" Su Fuyue was utterly bewildered. Normally, wouldn’t she have been thrown out of the house, cutting off all contact with Qin Shi from now on?

Because the Tianci Academy taught a vast variety of cultivation methods, even the core disciples of major sects would sometimes come to study, drawn by its reputation.

Gu Jiao couldn’t shake the feeling that Mu Sisi was very different today. She looked the same, but there was an unprecedented aura of strength radiating from her.

Not only that, when Zhang Fei advanced to a mid-level commander, his attributes would increase significantly, and the number of soldiers he could lead would rise from twenty to fifty.

Suddenly, someone in the advancing group collided with an invisible wall, sending ripples spreading outward.

He Xuan blocked the murderous intent, his left hand sending out five rings, each one striking Jia Yunsheng's chest. Five jets of blood splattered across the ground. Jia Yunsheng collapsed, dead without a word.